AD&LE AND CO. All the same we were glad to reach Tours. Through- out the two hundred miles we had never ceased to wonder what the next bend would bring forth. That sort of excitement soon palls. As I brought the car to rest before the steps of the hotel, I had a definite feeling that we had been spared. " I can't get out," said Berry. " I've lost the use of my legs. That char-a-banc this side of Chartres. . . . You know. Big Bertha. The one that looked like a piece out of the dress-circle. Well, when that looked round the corner, something inside me snapped.'* " Come on," said Ad&le, shuddering. " I still feel all weak myself: but if we lie down till dinner ..." " I must have a water-bed," said Berry. " I must-----" " Will you get out ? " said Adfele. Berry groaned. " She's getting like Daphne," he said. Then he descended and followed her into the lounge. The porters off-loaded the luggage, and I drove round to the garage and put up the car. Ten minutes later I entered a decent bedroom which commanded the hub of the city and, with this, a steady uproar to which horns, gears, trams, stone setts and two large cafes fought to subscribe. Berry's suitcase was open and most of its contents were out': Adele, was sitting, shaking, upon the arm of a chair: and my brother-in-law was lying supine and peevish on one of the beds. " Come in," he said weakly. " Come in and share the jest. Darling Daphne's packed me two iops of pyjamas and left the leg-joy behind," "That's all right," said I. "You pin the two tops together and-put your legs through the sleeves," 68